There some old bones out on my front lawn. They been there a while now. Don’t know whose they are–maybe somejerk dumped ’em there. The grass was sure tall before the rain stopped and it all dried up. There were them old bones just layin’ there then, all dry and white.
Maybe they Edwardo’s bones? He use to come by and cut the grass till he stopped comin’ by. Too old to cut the grass myself. I got old bones too.
I don’t worry ’bout them bones much. Plenty more in the streets and all them houses ‘round me now–all them old bones, saggin in them old clothes. Lucky I was in the cellar when the rain stopped.